I'm up on the eleventh floor
It don't feel like no bed at all
Now she's leading him on
Yes, it could have been me
She's an old-time ambassador
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
He's down on the street
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains
Oh yeah
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Walk out of her heart
And I'm phoning a cab
And she'll lay him right down
Oh, yeah
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And it's no taste at all
And he's try hard to pull sister Flo
'Cause my stomach feels small
It could have been me
No, no, no
And she's known in the darkest clubs
My weekend's at an all time low
For pushing ahead of the dames
There's a taste in my mouth
And he's down on the street
And I'm watching the cruisers below
Yes, she's leading him on
So I can't see her letting him go
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
Oh, my heart's in the basement
Walk out of her mind
Oh God, I could do better than that
Oh God, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
'Cause she's hoping to score
Oh, not her
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
Oh God, I could do better than that
Uh hu
Oh, the cot is so cold
Yeah, I lay down a while
But it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say?
And I gaze at my hotel wall
But she's a queen and such a queen
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
Oh yeah, it could have been me
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
You betcha
And look at my hotel wall
So I throw both his bags down the hall
Oh
If she says she can do it
No, no, no
And she'll lay him right down
